Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

BAU found the man who accosted the murderer in the third bar through the bar surveillance. The bar owner said that his name was Simon Wallis, and he was a regular customer in the bar.

This is not like a gentleman who would let the fat out of his mouth.

indeed so.

So BAU was able to enjoy a farce in the surveillance where a scumbag teased a girl and got the girl drunk and was about to go out, but was caught and raped by a real girlfriend.

"Cool!" Emily couldn't help whistling as she watched the girl on the surveillance camera give the scumbag two slaps on the crotch and walk away.

While the men looked at the man lying on the ground clutching his crotch and couldn't move, he felt a bit chilly in his lower body.

"Garcia," Hotch said, "we need Wallis' address."

"Checking..." Garcia tapped the keyboard nimbly and quickly, "Sent!"

Simon Wallis is a strong, brown-haired young man who works in a car repair shop, but when drinking with girls, he likes to brag about owning a car repair shop, so as to deceive more girls.

The man had no idea what was going on, and gave every detail of the conversation between him and the killer that he could still remember.

"She's not American, so she's from abroad," Wallis recalled. "Her accent is a bit weird, and she's not very proficient in English. Maybe she's French, or German or something."

"Did she mention her job?" Hotch asked.

"Uh...she said she was a city attorney and said a lot of complicated things, and said that if I ever met a murder case, I could go to her." Wallis replied, "Oh, yes, she also Gave me her number." He stood up, shook the trash can by the table, and handed Hotch a crumpled napkin.

"You didn't leave a call?" Emily was a little surprised.

"My girlfriend..." Wallis shrugged, "She's breaking up with me, and I'm trying to get her back." So of course it's impossible to leave other women's calls.

Walking out of the Wallis house, Hotch's brow furrowed. "She's lying. The town lawyer won't be in charge of a murder case. Although she may know a lot of legal knowledge, she will never be a practicing lawyer."

"According to the forensic doctor, although the murderer took the heart very quickly, the technology is not as professional as we think." Emily said, "The victim's heart seems to have been pulled out by force." She made a hand to hold "Just like this, holding the victim's ribs and tearing out the heart."

In 10 minutes, the murderer had to have sex with the victim, and then controlled the victim to disembowel him, take out his heart, eat him, and flee the scene. This efficiency is beyond imagination.

"Are we dealing with The Flash?" Emily couldn't help complaining on the way back, "Or the Flash Woman?"

"Maybe it's Superman." Hotch answered casually, feeling some kind of premonition that was not very pleasant to hear.

Maybe this time, his luck is really "good" to a certain extent.

At noon, they received a call from Garcia. The fat girl sounded unstable, as if she was about to cry from fright. They also heard her boyfriend Kevin comforting her, vaguely saying "it's okay." , no ghost" or something.

"I found a DNA match to the killer," she said. "The body of an unidentified woman was found in Montana in June this year. She was in her early 20s. When it was found she...she... oh god..."

"Garcia?" Morgan called her name. "How are you BabyGirl?"

Kevin's voice rang out, "When the victim was found, she had all the skin stripped off her body. According to the forensic test, she was stripped alive. The photo of the corpse is a bit... well... Penelope was shocked, and that It was June, and it's already August."

No sooner had he finished than Garcia let out a loud sob, apparently their fat girl was quite taken aback, and Kevin said a hasty "I've passed on the information" before hanging up.

And when the information was typed out, they also fully understood why Garcia, who had already experienced many battles, collapsed all of a sudden—it was hard to say that she was alone, and there were only pools of rotten scarlet flesh in the photos. Even through the photo, the intense despair rushes towards my face as if it is right in front of my eyes, blocking every pore and making me feel almost suffocated.

--Help……

--it hurts……

--Who can help me……

——Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

There seemed to be a sharp scream in his ears, Hotch shivered and woke up suddenly, the air was pouring into his lungs, his eyes were dizzy and his ears were buzzing, just now he held his breath unconsciously, drenched in cold sweat shirt.

This is a body found in June, and now it is August. After a brief silence, everyone laughed and discussed topics such as "evil twins". Still willing to believe that these are identical twins.

Only Hotch knew that his vague premonition had actually come true.

"I'm going to make a call." He went out and dialed Wu Cong's cell phone.

"I think I need a little help," he said.

"Chicago?" Wu Cong asked with a smile.

"Yes." Hotch paused, and briefly described the situation on his side. The serial killer who killed six men in a row, devoured their hearts and stopped strangely, had the same DNA but died two months ago. From the skinned female corpse, it was obvious that what he was facing was not a mortal who could be deduced by common sense, but a ferocious demon who didn't know his face.

"I probably know what it is." Wu Cong chuckled, "You can come and pick me up now."

"What?"

"I'm at the gate of the police station now." Wu Cong raised his head and waved to Hotch by the window on the third floor, "You can't get in without taking me with you."

He always needs to understand the situation first, and find a logical identity for himself before he can get involved in the case. He remembers that the government arranged for him to be a special adviser in the FBI. I don't know if it has expired.

Dan Sha dragged Wu Cong by the corner of his clothes and leaned against him, moaning. The little girl spent so much time playing with Jack in the morning that she didn't eat much for breakfast and lunch. Jack's mother came to Chicago directly after picking Jack up. I was so hungry before dinner, "Ah Lang...I'm so hungry..."

Wu Cong looked unmoved with a hard-hearted look on his face, "Who is refusing to eat in the morning?"

He admits that he really dotes on children, but there are certain principled issues that cannot be violated. For example, if you don’t have a good meal, you won’t have snacks. When Dansha doesn’t eat and just wants to play, he smiles and looks at him. I also smiled and watched, always let the children have a longer memory, right?

"Alang..." Dansha sniffled, "I was wrong... I will definitely eat well in the future..."

"Good boy." Wu Cong patted her on the head, "Dinner will be ready soon."

Dinner... Dansha's big moist eyes raised slightly to look at the clock, and the sockets turned red in an instant.

It's only less than two o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still more than four hours before I can have dinner...

I'm so wronged... I want to cry...

The little girl bit her lower lip and sniffed, but knowing how strict Wu Cong was in this regard, even if she cried, she would not have anything to eat, so she could only endure it desperately.

really hungry...

She rubbed her flat stomach, regretting why she didn't have a good meal at noon today. Alang's cooking was so delicious, and there were spare ribs and braised pork at noon, but she only ate a small bite, and it was too troublesome for Alang to cook once. She didn't eat any of the kousansi and the bean paste gnocchi in the morning.

The more he thought about it, the hungrier he became, Dansha bit his index finger and sobbed softly, looking down at the tears dripping into a small puddle on the ground, which was quickly dried by the sun.

She sniffed hard, and suddenly felt a smell of food, and couldn't help but raise her head in the direction of the smell——

The warm Mr. Hotch is walking towards this side. Behind him is a ghost with a pale face. It smells like braised pork that has been simmering on the pot for a whole day. The inside is crispy and rotten into a thick juice.

Dansha's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Delicious!" The little girl, who became more and more slurred because of the secretion of saliva, strode forward with her broken legs and arms, and she looked very much like a little milk dog galloping around with meaty bones.

As she ran, her legs flew into the air, and when she looked again, Wu Cong was holding her by the collar, "No." Wu Cong said, "Don't you like eating uncooked food?"

Dansha lowered her head listlessly, and gave a soft "hmm".

But Wu Cong really didn't expect that after less than a day of not seeing each other, another uninvited guest would stick behind his tenant's back.

It's a little too lucky.

"Is there any problem?" Hotch asked as he brought Wu Cong into the police station, "You've been looking behind me."

"Hearing is believing, seeing is believing." Wu Cong grabbed Hotch's wrist with one hand and covered his eyes with the other hand, leaned forward and blew lightly.

Wu Cong's hands were very cold, and the breath blowing on his face was even colder. Hotch instantly felt as if his eyes were frozen, and his blood was stagnant and unable to circulate.

The hand covering his eyes moved away, he opened his eyes and blinked uncomfortably, looking over Wu Cong's shoulder, he saw Emily and JJ standing at the door with stiff faces, turned his head again, and faced the ghost with blue and white Face.

The scene was very embarrassing.